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A poem by Lindsey Milkarek

A good friend of mine wrote this about our Friday night get-togethers.

A’hem)
The burg is my favorie place to party
A place where you can dance with a man named Marty
Alot of people come and go
Walkin far distances in the snow
You’ve got Delray a few houses down,
if you get him drunk enough he’ll boogie like a clown
And then theres the party king pat, he rules at drinking games, I can tell you that
Don’t forget the rest of the men of the fraternity
Like Jamie, who’s hair is oh so curly
Then you’ve got Brad who thinks he’s Borat
Too bad he doesn’t wear his swimsuit like that (great success!)
And how could I forget Konrad
At times, he makes me want to be bad haha
But the best hair of all comes from Flash
Try to cut it, and you’ll have to dash
But I can’t forget the ppl who make the weekends what it really is..
for starters jess, kel, and meg
who im sure could finish their own keg
and then men from the huff,
marty, christman, and justin all straight hustlin (hustlin women of course)
Then you have the mystery men, justin and adam who knows they’d drink a case a night if they had ‘em
Linson is the interesting one
Still holding a convo when everyone is passed out and done..
And finally we have our soccer chicks
Dancing around in their fly kicks
Too bad scotter has moves that can knock down bricks
Last but not least me, dani, and jamie
WE MAKE THE PARTY hahaaaa

*I’m the interesting one!!!!